We attended a wedding in Scarborough yesterday. An older couple, both previously widowed, were married at St Mary’s, up by the Castle. One of her children spoke at the reception afterwards about the way he knew the couple were serious when he saw them giggling together like teenagers. He said he’d always imagined eventually ‘giving away’ his own teenage daughters and giving a speech at their weddings, but he’d never imagined he would do so for his mother. All very special.
We are preparing to move to the parish where Patrick Bronte was once the incumbent, and where he is buried alongside his daughters Charlotte and Emily and most of their family. It was, therefore, also a lovely coincidence to be able to visit the grave of Anne Bronte, the one sister not buried at St Michael’s, Haworth but instead buried at St Mary’, Scarborough.